Read the previous instalment first, Mike and His Dreams of Promotion

---

It was a hot day, the summer heat and humidity were stifling, and Terri had had enough. Sweat made her make-up run, traffic was always gridlocked, she could never get a park, and the office was on the other side of town, precisely where she didn’t want to live.

A new position in a different industry, preferably in a different town would be just what she needed. Adjusting her skirt as she stepped out of the cab, Terri was aware of the almost imperceptible glances from several directions, though she rarely complained. In her world view, people who stared could be tamed and bent to her will. Most of the time.

Having thought a lot about her sexuality, Terri knew that using sex appeal for her own benefit didn’t make her any less of a person, in fact she considered it a marketable skill that she knew precisely the right buttons to push, having success with both men and women, and knowing the person who could resist her charms would have to be very strong indeed. That type of person would be both a challenge, and a very satisfying conquest.

Persuading others to do her bidding wasn’t manipulative, although she supposed some people might disagree, however knowing her desires as well as she did, Terri was also sure that if her intentions were good then others would benefit too. After all, nobody ever acts against their own interests.

With that thought she hurried across the street and turned to enter her building. Just then her phone beeped. Pausing almost in mid-stride she glanced at the screen. ‘1 new message’.

Her smile on reading the message would have spoken volumes, she’d been asked to fly to London for the interview, an email would be sent to confirm her flight details. Tonight she’d be packing a bag and organizing her notes. She had high hopes for this position, and she’d done her research.

As a successful advertising executive, Terri knew that the way to maximize sales was to target the demographic that spent the most, and let other segments follow as they naturally would. In all her years designing marketing campaigns for clients, that particular bit of advice given to her by her professor at college had stuck and proved true.

She’d been researching Mata Hari, an intimate apparel brand for a few weeks, ever since the head hunter had contacted her, she was even wearing their ‘intimates’ bra and knicker set now. She could tell the quality was superb. Whoever their production manager was deserved a raise, though Terri did have one little gripe. The clasp occasionally dug into her back, almost as if that little detail had been designed by a man. It clearly needed a slight adjustment.

The real issue however wasn’t the product; sales were falling, only a little in some outlying markets, and less in core markets, but nevertheless falling. Terri suspected a competitor was positioning themselves for a major play into the company’s core market and she had some ideas who.

In fact, the advertising campaign for one of the other products in the market bore the signature of an ex-lover. A bitch named Katrina who Terri would love to best. Oh yes, if it was Katrina, she’d one day be on her knees begging for Terri’s indulgence. A slight stirring of excitement swept up from Terri’s thighs at the thought of it.

Approaching her apartment door she mused how much she hated this building, her bigoted neighbours, and the sense that a woman living alone was a source of concern, instead of a liberating expression of her right to choose her own destiny.

Deliberately clacking her heels on the tiled floor as she entered, Terri crossed the room to her wine cabinet and poured a glass of Merlot. Knowing the unforgiving couple below would be grinding their teeth at the sound of her heels, Terri continued into her bedroom and flicked off her suit jacket then made her way back to the living room and opened her laptop.

Tonight could be an interesting evening, there was a report she needed to get out way before the morning, and her friend Chloe was coming for an overnighter… well, Chloe would just have to accept that this report was urgent. She could make herself useful while Terri finished up.

Picking up her phone she dialled a number, “Chloe, darling, it’s me. Look I've got a report to write before we play, so be a dear and pick up something nice to eat on your way over, will you?”

For the next 30 minutes the only sound was the picking of Terri’s fingernails across her keyboard, until the doorbell chimed, which could only mean Chloe had arrived.

“What are you doing, babe? I thought we’d have some time together without you having to work?” asked Chloe as soon as Terri opened the door.

“I have to fly to London tomorrow for an interview, and I need to finish a report due this week so I can spend an extra day over there and look around.”

Chloe seemed both excited and disappointed, “Ohh, what’s the job? Will you be based there or here in Edinburgh?”

“The company makes lingerie, actually what I’m wearing right now,” Terri opened the top button of her blouse to show off her ‘intimates’ bra, “and the job is to replace the retiring MD.”

That seemed to get Chloe’s attention, and her hungry look deep into Terri’s cleavage indicated she approved. “I still have an hour of writing to go before I’m finished. Do that thing you do, would you?” breathed Terri up close before kissing Chloe hard on the lips, mashing them against her teeth.

Throwing a cushion on the floor in front her, Terri sat back down, then lifted her legs allowing Chloe access to slump against the seat of the sofa. She removed Terri’s shoes, and started to rub her feet and ankles. Already, Terri was back at work and soon lost in her own thoughts, oblivious to her lover’s attentions.

London was hardly known as the world’s fashion capital, but it wasn’t too far behind, but Terri wondered who was scouting for Mata Hari’s models. No catalogue showed the same model twice, and some of the models looked like they had no clue. Posture and expression were important to Terri, and these girls really had no clue. She suspected the current marketing manager might have been desperate to find models, but why was the mystery. She’d have to ask the board during the interview.

Setting her laptop aside, and smiling at her accomplishment tonight, she slid down a bit on the sofa and enjoyed Chloe’s ministrations. God it felt good to have a lover whose only thought was Terri’s comfort.

Caressing Chloe’s neck, feeling her flawless skin, and playing with her ears, Terri was getting herself turned on.

“Turn around, my sweet, let’s see what your tongue can do tonight,” whispered Terri.